Goodbye Maine, New Hampshire & Massachusetts! Hello New York!!!

 

What did we do the last day of our trip? Drive… in traffic. Newfoundland had spoiled us with few cars on the road. That’s us in the photo - John K at the wheel & Judy’s foot on the left and .John G & my foot on the right. At that moment we were in Maine about to go over the bridge into New Hampshire.

We did stop for lunch in Haverhill across the street from one of the old brick mills. The shoe my fellow travelers are standing behind is one of several created by artists to celebrate Haverhill’s shoe history. Ten percent of the nation’s shoes were produced here, We didn’t take time to look for others but it might be fun to do at another time. And, because we didn’t dally we’re now home surrounded by our purring felines. John & Judy will return to their home in New Jersey in the morning.

The last word of the day… maw-mouth = a loud, talkative fellow. “I was fit to be tied when this maw-mouth began bragging about all the places he had been.”

I’ve prepared a little summary using the new Newfoundland words for those of you who have followed our trip to the end… 

Newfoundland - where you can bake ‘alibut in a hoven and ‘unt for moose. When we started our trip you folks might have thought we were nunny-fudgers rather than serious tourists. Judy & Patty were especially studious in gift shops to keep a sharp eye out for the odd loodle-laddle while the Johns kept a keen eye out for places to eat so we wouldn’t get gut-foundered. You’ll be happy to know nothing was asquish at any place we stayed. Things may not stay that way as the pecking rain is predicted to turn into a hurricane. No nippers bit us and our kirkhorns and wizens remained healthy. On the way home Judy & Patty turned into twacks which was a sad state of affairs. Finally arriving at home, we curwibbled from the car. Whizgigging while squatting through the door with our luggage, we were greeted by our cats who didn’t look at all sure they had actually missed us. Although we missed our fourer, Patty put on the hot ass for a nice cup of tea. Froozies or bangbellies might have been good but NY has yet to discover these treats. Meanwhile John & John contemplated a pinky but knew if they indulged they might be spending the night in puppy’s parlour. If you see any of us in the coming days, don’t let us maw-mouth about the trip.

We hope you too will someday be able to enjoy Newfoundland. We were recently told that probably the best time to visit is the last two weeks in August unless you’re going moose ‘untin’ of course.